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[Lizzie Tyson]

They'll call this sin
We'll call it Tuesday

Smoke curled itself around the girl's form as she entered the strip club. With every movement she made, the gray smoke danced more enticingly. Her clear, strappy heels clicked against the floor as she walked to the bar and her eyes burned with intensity as she scanned the crowd. She was attired in a red mini skirt and a black midriff that fluttered slightly as she walked. This seductive girl, even in death, went by the name of Lizzie.

In life, strip clubs such as these were considered terrible by some and salvation by others. In life and death, Lizzie knew strip clubs as salvation. The only difference to her now was that she would not be frowned upon by so many because most of her peers were dancing too.

Making her way to the bar, Lizzie pushed a stray blonde hair away from her face and smiled at the bartender. "Hello love, bring me a white russian won't you? Thanks doll." She finished her order with a wink and a hair flip. That was her way. Lizzie talked to everyone with words of doll, love, hun, whatever fit them best.

As she waited for her alcohol, Lizzie decided to increase the amount of smoke around her and pulled a cigarette from her bra. She stuck it loosely in her mouth but quickly cursed at herself for loss of a lighter. "Damn my lack of pockets..."she mumbled.

She kept the cigarette in her mouth as she turned away from the bar to face the crowded strip club. A few more drinks and Lizzie was going to be up dancing with the girls that were up there now. She loved the rush exotic dancing gave her. It was like a two in one deal. She got to be up against a hot chick and have men screaming for her.

[Lynx Cassidy]

"Need a light?" Lynx asked smoothly, having woven his way through the crowd to the bar, an elbow resting on it so he could lean forward to be heard, and his dark eyes having landed upon Lizzie and the unlit cigarette between her lips. "Unless your starting some new trend with that." He added, lips curling into a genuine smile, though it still seemed to have a predatory edge to it.
Maybe it was just a Demon thing...

Without waiting for an answer, Lynx dug his fingers into the pockets of his tight black jeans and pulling out a silver-cased lighter and flipping it open so the flame bobbed up bright and yellow in the shadowy club, the smile on his face growing just a little wider as he proffered it forward.
The Concubine's Fancy was notorious - the after life strip club and better than Heaven where most Sinner's were concerned. Lynx, predictably, loved it. Partly for the notoriety, and for the alcohol, and for the pretty little Sinners who were determined not to repent, and the few desperate souls who'd wander in with some twisted hopes of salvation... Not to mention, there was alcohol and plenty of bare flesh. Lynx liked to come to watch (and drink and smoke - though surely I didn't need to point those too out). He'd danced once - a terribly embarrassing incident even he (Mass Murderer Extraordinare and general all round Vagabond) cringed to remember; thankfully he'd been terribly drunk and so the incident was somewhat of a blur.

"Dancer, are you?" He asked, glancing down at her outfit, looking back up with a smile flirting at the corner of his lips and an eyebrow quirked questioningly. "Or do you always dress like that?" The last part was said with the hint of a laugh, though (amazingly) not a cruel one. Still, it was rich coming from Lynx who's wardrobe choices left nothing to the imagination. His outfit tonight was a perfect example - black jeans so tight that the thin silver lighter and a handful of notes were all he could fit in his pockets (all night he'd had to tell people to 'keep the change' not out of generosity, but simply because he couldn't fit anything more in the pockets) and a low cut red tank top that left his white throat and collar bones bare, as well as his arms. His neck as always was laden with an assortment of necklace trinkets that clinked together as he moved, something that he'd got used to long ago.
"I'm Lynx, by the way. Lynx Cassidy" He added with a devilish smile, deciding on reflection that maybe his last comment could be taken the wrong way, and though usually he'd not giving a crap about hurting someone's feelings, he'd always had a terrible soft spot for blondes.

[Lizzie Tyson]

They'll call this sin
We'll call it Tuesday

Lizzie's body swayed slightly as she stood there by the cold bar. The heart pounding music made her blood boil with excitement and anxiety. She twirled a lock of her hair as one foot crossed behind the other impatiently. It was all she could do not to run up now and dance her way into perfectly sinful bliss. However, she was no fun sober.

With someone's voice catching her attention, Lizzie turned to face a rather attractive wanderer. At the sight of his lighter, her teal eyes twinkled with delight as she put the tip of her cigarette into the flames. Taking a long awaited puff, Lizzie smiled at the stranger. "Thanks love." She said as her red, glossy lips wrapped themselves around the white cancer stick once more.

She stood slightly straighter when he asked if she was a dancer. Now, her pride was sure to come out. She never thought poorly of herself and the fact that she knew how to work the tall, metallic pole just gave her more reason to become a bit more arrogant. "Yes, I am a dancer. Only when I'm drunk though. I don't think I'm much to watch when I'm sober." As she said this, her white russian arrived in for her. Placing her cigarette to her side with one hand, she grabbed the glass with the other. Taking a sip, she let out a small laugh when asked if this was how she dressed every day. "Sadly, no. Rather restricting clothing. I prefer to not have any of it on at all." Of course, by any of it, Lizzie was coyly refering to clothing period.

She nodded her head at him when he introduced himself to be Lynx. What an interesting name, certainly one she was sure to remember. Before she introduced herself, Lizzie placed a hand across her chest and locked eyes with him."I'm Lizzie, Lizzie Tyson."

[Lynx Cassidy]

"No problem" He smiled graciously - Lynx's manners were only ever sporadic, and usually brief, though it depended who it was with. See, it was easy to be nice to Sinners, because he understood them, and even though they might not have decided to sell their soul yet, they sort of understood back. With the Jana or the Dulcie or any of the sodding virtuous it was like pulling teeth - everything about them, from their 'holier than thou' attitude to their pretended caring made Lynx set his teeth on edge. The Sinners were always so much more understanding, and so much more fun..

"Really? Thats a different theory. I don't know many people who dance better after a drink than when they're sober." He laughed - obviously Lynx himself was included with those who couldn't dance after a drink, but he wasn't about to confess to that one - turning from Lizzie to catch the passing barmaid's eye and order a drink - a Flirtini - a ridiculously flamboyant drink that he'd developed a slightly obsessive love of recently.

Lynx laughed, a delighted kind of suprise at her reply. No clothes at all? Lynx ducked his head a moment, his dark hair covering his face from view for a moment before he glanced back up. "You'd want to keep that kind of thing to yourself or you'll never make it Upstairs" Lynx said with a laugh, his tone just as coy as Lizzie's had been a moment before.
Pfft - like anyone really wanted to go to Heaven... Right?

"Lizzie Tyson - a pleasure to meet you. Are you... new?" Meaning; Dead. Still, insensitive maybe to say that, and Lynx was really trying to be tactful. "I've not seen you before. I'm sure I'dve remembered if I'd met you before.."

[Lizzie Tyson]

They'll call this sin
We'll call it Tuesday

It was surprising really, how much Lizzie had already spoken to this Lynx. Normally, she was quite rudely reserved and spoke little at first meeting. She supposed it was the fact that he was either a sinner or a demon. Which, she could not completely decide but she was leaning towards demon. In her time here, Lizzie had developed somewhat of a soft spot for demons. Actually, it was more like a fatal attraction, one she just couldn't find the strength to deny.

She smiled at his comment. It was true, most chose to dance before they lost all control of their words, but Lizzie was just more comfortable drunk. Everything seemed better that way. "Well, for now it's the theory I'm holding to." She brought her cigarette to her lips and took a drag and let the gray smoke dance out from the side of her mouth. "That is of course, unless you'd like to judge for yourself."Flirtatious fire burned within her teal eyes as she watched Lynx for a reaction.

However, when he sardonically mentioned getting 'upstairs' Lizzie had to let out a whole-hearted laugh. "I have no intention of strolling through the pearly gates."She stated playfully. God had never been there for her when she was living, why should she repent now and fall under his rule? No, Lizzie was to far down the sinner's line of fun for something as ridiculous as that. Besides, no clothes was always better. More things happened when one was able to get a free range of motion.

New.New, what a funny way to say dead. Nodding in short bouts, Lizzie laughed as she spun her straw around in small circles. "Only if you count six months of deceased fulfillment new." She sidestepped slightly and moved closer to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Lynx."A slight hint of childishness splashed itself onto her last words. She knew he would be a fun one to have around.